"That's not weird, I mean I've worked for him for five years and now he invites me over?" I pondered, before I walked into the elevator. I rode it dow... to the ground floor. "Maybe I'll see her more exposed," I said, walking out of the elevator with only a few select lights for visibility. I roamed towards my car, got in and put the key in. "Damn, I'd love to fuck your hot wife, boss. I'd fuck her the way I know she'd love to be fucked," I moaned, with my eyes closed. Then all of the sudden, my. I went over and pulled the camera out, plugged it in and logged onto MSN. As soon as I was there my two fellow perverts were both asking questions at the same time. I said we would wait for a couple of minutes until the heat in the bedroom was up.After about 20 minutes of waiting and idle chit chat, I went over to the bed with the camera and pointed it at Ann. The light was fine as she had left the overhead on when she got into bed. I took her sleep mask, which she sometimes used, out of her. His voice sounded intimidating and he whispered into my ear in aSlavic accent, "If you want the fingers out, you must suck them." I wasfilled with animal fear, I had to comply. In shame I sucked his fingers,I didn't know how long I would have to do it, I did it for about a minuteuntil he finally let me up so I could get away from him.I looked over in the direction of Pete's table to find out if he had seenmy humiliation and unfortunately he had. I saw him smirking. I becameangry and decided to. It felt odd that the cure to excessive drinking was another drink.As I scanned the bar I saw a girl sitting alone in the corner fiddling with her drink, some kind of orange juice. Less than twenty, she was a bit dark, with pretty eyes and curly black hair. She wore a black party dress which showed off enough cleavage to get any straight man horny. As she moved in her bar stool, I saw her ass- what an ass! She seemed to be lonely and unwilling to move her drink around. I called the bartender and.